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Buddy bryckz... a ton of bryckz. so you can hate all you want too!/ I don't know about you but i'm just try'na stack it up!/ Atomic bomb on the mic boy i'm bout to blow up!/ I'm just try'na get my paper, i gotta stack my paper!/ No i can't waste my time! so i ain't worried about no haters!/ I don't know about you but i'm just try'na stack it up!/ I got money on my mind i could never get enough!/ I'm just try'na get my paper, i gotta stack my paper!/ No i can't waste my time! so i ain't worried about no haters!/ V1: this is revenge of the gangsters revenge of the thugs!/ Retaliation on you snitches! we just offing you bugs!/ I'm hooked up boy but you gon need a plug!/ Doe i'm hated on a lot but in the streets i am loved!/ "connection.com" we making moves in a second!/ Get them drugs & the guns boy this is illegal heaven!/ Harrisburg city! where my residents is relevent!/ Intelligents seem celibate!/ You don't give a fuck? nigga that shit is irrelevent!/ I grind for these presidents!/ Just to shot these niggas in leave em out here look like some skeletons!/ They say i do my thang so ya boy is so elegant!/ That brick & pound money so i'm checking all my measurements!/ Collecting my dead presidents!/ Money weigh a ton so my scale reading "elephant"!/ Stack my paper up you want some muthafucking evidence!?/ Man i'm so arrogant!/ But i don't really mean to be this muthafucking arrogant I don't know about you but i'm just try'na stack it up!/ Atomic bomb on the mic boy i'm bout to blow up!/ I'm just try'na get my paper, i gotta stack my paper!/ No i can't waste my time! so i ain't worried about no haters!/ I don't know about you but i'm just try'na stack it up!/ I got money on my mind i could never get enough!/ I'm just try'na get my paper, i gotta stack my paper!/ No i can't waste my time! so i ain't worried about no haters!/ V2: mr.bankroll cuz i got money to blow!/ And i got money too spend pimpin you already know!/ Ain't use to having a lot!/now i got "rubberband knots"!/ I climbed my way from the bottom so i can sit on the top!/ I rep my hood to the death!/ Harrisburg is the best!/ Buddy bryckz is all on his grind he wear his hat like a chef!/ Money is all on his mind!"the hulk" is all in his cup!/ But why they call you buddy bryckz you never picked a bird up!/ While ask your sister about me i had her lift her skirt up!/ Making buddy that cash! making buddy that cash!/ So i ain't pissed but i'm madd! i ain't happy i'm glad!/ I ain't good cuz i'm badd! i ain't rich but i'm straight!/ I got peruvian flake it! it moves in all 50 states!/ I know these niggas gonna hate! so they can't relate!/ These niggas need to get a hobby in get thier fucking paper straight!/ Because me & my niggas we be on a paper chase!/ I don't know about you but i'm just try'na stack it up!/ Atomic bomb on the mic boy i'm bout to blow up!/ I'm just try'na get my paper, i gotta stack my paper!/ No i can't waste my time! so i ain't worried about no haters!/ I don't know about you but i'm just try'na stack it up!/ I got money on my mind i could never get enough!/ I'm just try'na get my paper, i gotta stack my paper!/ No i can't waste my time! so i ain't worried about no haters!/ Mr.200 the 1st 1 who done it b.u.d.d.y yeah he always stunting. i'm in the lead so everybody follows I'm true to the game like a teri woods novel
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